The onlookers retreated involuntarily, moving back seven or eight meters, as they could never have imagined that the usually refined-looking young man could be so ruthless.
"Speak!"
Zhang Xiaobei's face was impassive, but in Yang Hailong's eyes, he seemed utterly ferocious.
"I'm here to collect a debt!"
"Collect a debt? Have you gone mad with poverty?"
"No, it's not my debt, I'm collecting it on behalf of Meng Qingdong."
Zhang Xiaobei instantly understood, today was the day he had agreed with Meng Qingdong.
He figured this kid was afraid of getting beaten up, so he found two goons to take him on.
Damn bastard, if you're going to find someone, find some decent people, look at these two things you brought, the kind nobody wants.
"So why did you smash my things? Is that what he wanted as well?"
When Zhang Xiaobei inquired about this, Yang Hailong instinctively turned to look at the crowd, as if searching for someone.
